Er Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

“And I left before he woke up. Thought I’d never see him again. It was supposed to be a one-night stand." Sue leaned in, whisper-shouting, “And now he’s your boss?!” Aurelia covered her face. “Yes! Lucas freaking Winthrop.” Sue whistled under her breath. “Girl, I thought you were going to say you slept with your cousin’s ex or something. This is way hotter.” “Sue!” “I’m serious!” Sue grinned. “You, my friend, are living in a modern-day romance novel. Forbidden love, high fashion, hot CEO? It’s a spicy fan fiction.”

“He’s really good in bed. Like… dangerously good. Like ruin-you-for-other-men good.” Tia cackled so loud Jasmine had to muffle the phone with a pillow. “I cannot believe you! Miss ‘I’m just going to have a chill summer’ ended up getting railed by her brother’s firefighter best friend! Girl, you’ve been living in a whole fanfiction this whole time!”

No wonder they're called brainless fans. I try to free myself from grip, but the fan's grip on me is as tight as ever. "Oh, you're not going anywhere," she says, her voice dripping with venom. "You're the one who's been sneaking around with Dustin, aren't you? You're the one who's been stealing his attention away from us, his true fans." I try to reason with them, but how can you reason with people that don't want to be reasoned with "I'm just the nanny to his child, I swear. I'm only here to take care of Louise."

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

As much as possible, he wanted to reply once and shut his phone again, but now he’s doomed with the guilt of leaving that annoying somebody unreplied. Diana: why haven’t you told me? Erric: stop feeling like a possessive girlfriend But he deleted that instead of pressing send. Erric: you would know even if I don’t tell you. And stop chatting Sohan Erric muted Diana’s chat and threw his phone on the soft bench beside the door. He brushed his fingers through his hair and remained ducking, staring at his shoes. Diana is a stalker. He met her at the opening of the franchise of the Pereira Boutique that his family bought for Marina South in Singapore. But back in those days, she still had her dig

I typed a comment on the last chapter. [NotYourFan89: FUCK YOU, AUTHOR! WHAT KIND OF SHITTY ENDING IS THAT? YOU HAD ONE JOB! EVEN I CAN WRITE BETTER THAN YOU DO. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO COMPENSATE ME FOR THE MENTAL DAMAGE THAT THIS ENDING GAVE ME?] I was just venting. After reading a 1000 chapters long novel, it was in my right to let out some steam. [Ping!] I checked the reply. It was from the evil author.

I suddenly felt like spitting out the water from my mouth. “Me? Inlove with EL?" "That's not impossible my child, your Aunt Matilda…" “Uncle. I'm not one of EL's fangirls. I can't like a guy just because of a shallow reason.” @DEATH WISH Thank you so much... @Kimberly (Alpha King Checkmate) for dropping comments! PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

What an idiot I am. "So, you're not going back to the class am I right!?" he asked and after thinking for a while I realized if I go back down Eros will say that I've went somewhere to hoe around and must have slept with a man in the mean time. But why did he thing so, I don't know. I'm still unaware of that. Those things which I saw earlier as a vision or something wasn't there in the fanfic I've read. What is it? Did I miss reading the chapters or the author didn't think it was that important to mention the back story of a villainess who died a pathetic death.